Salman Writes
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Writer of thoughts that make you think, feel, and smile. I share honest stories, social truths, and simple words with deep meaning. Welcome to the world of Salman Writes — where ideas come to life.
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Ali Baba and the Forty Riders of Shadows
Ali Baba was a poor woodcutter who lived a simple life on the edge of a dusty old town. His small home was modest, but peaceful, shared only with his gentle and hardworking wife. Every morning, he walked into the forest with his worn axe and his loyal donkey, hoping to gather enough wood to sell at the market. Life wasn’t easy, but Ali Baba never complained. He believed that honesty and patience would eventually bring him something good.
By Salman Writes3 months ago in Fiction
The Quiet Glass
Marco was twenty-four and lived in a quiet village surrounded by tall mountains and deep forests. From the outside, his life looked simple and calm, but inside he carried a storm. His mind kept spinning with old memories he wished he could erase and worries about a future he couldn’t predict. Every day felt like a struggle. He couldn’t sleep well, he couldn’t focus, and he couldn’t remember the last time he had smiled without force.
By Salman Writes3 months ago in Motivation
Sudan: The Empire That Became a Battlefield
Sudan is one of the largest countries in Africa, blessed with gold, oil, gas and countless minerals. It should have been one of the richest Muslim nations in the world. Instead, almost seventy years of its independence have been marked by war, famine and millions of lost lives. The tragedy is so deep that it raises a painful question: why does the world barely pay attention to Sudan, even though its suffering matches the great humanitarian disasters of our time?
By Salman Writes3 months ago in History
The Man Who Heard the Shadows
In a quiet valley far from busy cities, there stood a kingdom famous for its beauty but troubled by a strange mystery. Every night, the villagers claimed they heard whispers near the mountains. Some said it was wind. Others said it was the voice of spirits. No one really knew. The king often tried to investigate, but his advisors dismissed everything as superstition.
By Salman Writes3 months ago in Fiction
The King and the Madman
In ancient times, a kind-hearted king ruled over a small kingdom. He meant well, but he wasn’t very wise. This made him restless, because he was always searching for intelligent and capable people who could help his kingdom grow and protect it from enemies. His current advisors only gave long speeches, took their salaries, and offered nothing useful. Their empty suggestions frustrated him.
By Salman Writes3 months ago in Fiction
The Truth Behind the Evil Eye: Belief, Culture, Faith and Psychology
The idea of the Evil Eye, or Nazar, is deeply rooted in many cultures across the world. For centuries, people have believed that someone's gaze, filled with envy or admiration, can cause sudden harm or misfortune. But is Nazar truly a supernatural force, or is it something shaped by psychology and belief? This article explores the origin of the idea, how religions view it, and what modern psychology says about it.
By Salman Writes3 months ago in Fiction
Imran Khan: The Man Who Refused to Bow
The story opens with a 70-year-old man sitting behind the walls of a prison. His name is Imran Khan. His “crime,” in the eyes of his opponents, is that he gave the youth of Pakistan a voice and a sense of purpose. Many had already written his political obituary, but those who knew him understood he was not someone who gave up easily. He was offered two choices: apologise and walk free, or stay behind bars. He chose to stand firm against the people he believed had looted his country.
By Salman Writes3 months ago in Writers
The Last Letter of a Silent Night
The night had grown still. The room was dim, lit only by a weak bulb hanging in the corner. I sat on the bed with my phone in my hand, scrolling without purpose. My mind was heavy, and sleep felt far away. Suddenly, the screen lit up with a new message.
By Salman Writes3 months ago in Confessions
The Window No One Opened
The wind rattled the loose glass of the attic window long before I reached the staircase. This old house had lived a hundred lives, but tonight it felt more alive than it had in years. Shadows gathered near the corners, thick and silent, as if they too remembered what happened here.
By Salman Writes3 months ago in Fiction
The Room of Forgotten Lullabies
Half-open windows let in a dull grey light that had replaced the sun hours ago. The whole house felt suspended in a slow breath, as if holding itself together just long enough for someone to dare breaking the silence. I stood outside the old nursery, fingers brushing the wooden frame that still had dents where a tiny hand once knocked from the inside. Those knocks never reached me in time.
By Salman Writes3 months ago in Fiction
The Day I Stopped Resisting God
I didn’t realize how long I had been fighting. Not the world. Not people. But myself. For years, I carried dreams that looked shiny on the outside but were hollow inside. I carried expectations that didn’t belong to me. I carried plans that seemed perfect to me, but were never part of the plan God had written for my life.
By Salman Writes3 months ago in Writers
When I Finally Let God Carry Me
There comes a point in life when a person becomes tired. Not the kind of tired that comes from a long day or a sleepless night, but the kind that settles deep in the bones. A tiredness of the soul. I reached that point slowly, step by step, without even noticing how heavy my heart had become. I thought I was moving toward the future I wanted, pushing through storms because I believed my way was the only way. I fought every wave. I resisted every turn. I tried to fix every problem alone.
By Salman Writes3 months ago in Poets
